Thursday, June 9, 2011

The language of love

While I am here I am determined to improve my Spanish so that I am more fluent when I speak. By that, I mean to move beyond what is currently the vocabulary and syntax of a 4 year old child. My boyfriend is bi-lingual while the only "bi" I can really claim right now is bi-polar. :-) He insists that I speak Spanish to him and he tries very hard not to laugh when I say some dumb ass thing. And although he speaks English very well, he fails to get some of the words quite right. My favorite is the word 'fart'. And let me tell you that here in Mexico when you eat beans for so many meals, that word comes in handy. Well - he can not for the very life of him remember that word. He calls it 'flart'. The other day we had a conversation like this:
Him (smiling) "Honey. I think jew flarted"

(I thought he said 'flirted'.)

Me: "What?! When? With who?"

Him: "A second ago, with jew butt"

Me: "I flirted with my butt?!"

Him: "Jes, I heard it"

Me: (cracking up now cause I know what he is trying to say) "You mean farted"

Him: "Jes, jew farted"

Me: "Well, thanks for pointing that out but it was just my wet flip flop squeaking."

Him: (still smiling) "Are jew sure?"

Men...

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